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02-The Storm Sonnet

For Sally H

How come I feel still ravaged by tempest? Whilst present May hath been fairly clement, For its knife-like winds could not pierce my breast, But playful zephyr, thou have gusts that rent, Pity our flirt was not unlike a hurricane, Were we not a strong and passionate storm? Still, in those brief moments of your domain,